{"id":1551,"date":"2022-08-23T17:50:18","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T17:50:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1551"},"modified":"2022-09-18T15:32:22","modified_gmt":"2022-09-18T15:32:22","slug":"volume-five-chapter-two","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1551","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Two"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1551\" class=\"elementor elementor-1551\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-aae4df8 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"aae4df8\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column 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elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"5db5e82\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 838\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 2<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>False names. \u2022 Mrs. M***l**d. \u2022 Baudy tales. \u2022 Naked by a trick. \u2022 My smooth flesh. \u2022 The child\u2019s mother. \u2022 The hairy bum furrow. \u2022 I leave G**n*b*e. \u2022 Who was she. \u2022 At the town of N*v*s. \u2022 Spy holes. \u2022 Marital frolics under the bed clothes. \u2022 Husband and chambermaid. \u2022 Chambermaid and self. \u2022 The brooch. \u2022 Conflicting emotions, desire, and disgust. \u2022 Suzanne\u2019s complaisance. \u2022 I leave N*v*s. \u2022 At Paris. \u2022 The Ball Masque. \u2022 Gabrielle and Violette. \u2022 Baudy exercises and groupings. \u2022 An orgy to exhaustion. \u2022 To London.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>After her luncheon she left her child down stairs, and came into my room. \u201cWhen should I leave G**n*b*e?\u201d she asked. \u201cJust before you do.\u201d \u201cWhich road are you going?\u201d \u201cTowards Paris \u2014 and your road?\u201d \u201cNot to Paris.\u201d \u201cYour name is not M***l**d, but you have entered it so in the hotel-book.\u201d She laughed and coloured up. \u201cNo, and yours isn\u2019t \u2014 * * * *\u201d \u201cTrue, we don\u2019t want to know each other\u2019s name, but they were entered from our passports at the frontier, what if the police find we have changed them?\u201d (Passport regulations were very severe then.) \u201cDirectly you have got your letter I will leave, I won\u2019t cause a suspicion of you, and if we ever meet elsewhere we will be utter strangers to each other.\u201d This seemed to satisfy an anxiety she showed in a conversation much longer than this. I had begun kissing and hugging, she was cool to me, and without reply resisted my lifting her petticoats, but she mollified as we talked. Standing up at first, we were soon sitting on the edge of my bed, my finger on her cunt, and arm round her waist. It was a clear, brilliant, January day, but cold and frosty. \u201cLet us do it.\u201d \u201cNo, I\u2019ve run a dreadful risk.\u201d \u201cRisk it again.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m frightened.\u201d \u201cFeel me,\u201d and out my prick came. She laid hold of it. \u201cLet us.\u201d \u201cMy little boy is alone.\u201d \u201cNever mind, let us \u2014 I must see your lovely thighs.\u201d \u201cA-h-a, leave off, take your hand away.\u201d \u201cGet on the bed then, love.\u201d She got on. I threw up her clothes, and kissed her belly and motte. Had she come to be fucked, I wonder. \u2014 I can\u2019t say. Women are so cunning; but her cunt had just been washed, the hair was moist and not with piddle. Pulling aside the lips, I fingered it and lightly tickled her clitoris, I was standing by the bed side, she laying along it, so that was all I could do with my tongue. Her thighs and belly&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">looked lovely on a beautiful white chemise with work round the bottom. The winter sun shot a brilliant ray right on to her cunt as she lay \u2014 it was that which seduced me into the lingual incitement. \u2014 Then I laid my head on her thighs, contemplated her charms, and smoothing her belly said, \u201cHow many children have you had? You have no marks of child- birth.\u201d \u201cOh! pull down that blind, I don\u2019t like being exposed so.\u201d \u201cMy darling you can stand any amount of exposure, your thighs and belly are lovely.\u201d But she pushed down her clothes, I pushed them up again, she down. \u2014 Then rapidly for fear of refusal, I got on to her and fucked right off. Curiosity seized me whilst lying on her, and I repeated the question. She laughed, and the laugh jerked my prick out of her. \u2014 She got up and washed her cunt. \u2014 I repeated my question. \u201cYou don\u2019t know where to look,\u201d said she laughing. \u201cLet\u2019s sleep together to-night.\u201d She shook her head, locked the door between our rooms, and went down stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 839\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She walked about the town with her boy; I met her, bowed, and passed on. I barely noticed her at the table d\u2019hote. I ordered a fire in my room, more lights, wine, and cakes, and went there about 8 o\u2019clock (it was dark at about five) and waited till I heard her and the boy\u2019s door closed. Then I knocked \u2014 no response \u2014 louder and louder I knocked. \u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d said she, speaking through the door. \u201cCome.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d I gave a violent bang, and the door opened. \u201cDon\u2019t make that noise, the boy will hear. I\u2019ll come when he\u2019s asleep,\u201d \u2014 and she came.<\/p>\n<p>We sat by the fire drinking champagne, put inquisitive questions to each other and fenced replies. \u2014 \u201cYou won\u2019t find out anything more,\u201d said she laughing. \u201cWell it\u2019s stupid, I\u2019d better not, nor you of me.\u201d Then I began kissing, talked baudily, told story after story. \u201cGood gracious, I never hear such things,\u201d she kept remarking. \u201cHasn\u2019t your husband told you such things?\u201d \u201cNever, he never uses such words.\u201d \u201cNot cunt?\u201d \u201cNo, never.\u201d \u201cNot fuck?\u201d \u201cNever.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ve heard them.\u201d \u201cOf course I have.\u201d Then on I went in my lewedest strain, charmed with such a listener.<\/p>\n<p>She would not let me take voluptuous liberties, whilst this conversation went on. No she would leave if I did. So leaving off, I began quietly love making, kissing, and cunt feeling. \u201cCome to bed, love, we can talk just as well there, let me look at your thighs as you sit, let me undress you.\u201d \u2014 She objected but yielded. I helped her and took off garters and stockings, charmed with the disclosures of her flesh. She carried her clothes into&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her room; I went with her. \u201cBring your night-gown in-to my room. It\u2019s so cold here.\u201d \u201cNo, you go and I\u2019ll put it on here.\u201d But I carried it into my room, she following me. \u201cLet me put it on you.\u201d \u201cNo I won\u2019t.\u201d She took it from me, pulled her arms out of her chemise, which she held up for the second with her teeth, opened the night-dress, raised it over her head, and as she did so, let the chemise drop to her feet; just then I snatched the night-gown out of her hands, and she stood as naked as she was born. \u201cOh, what a shame,\u201d said she very sharply, and put her hand over her cunt as if to hide it, \u201cgive it me now.\u201d \u2014 I dropped on my knees, buried my lips in the hair of her cunt, kissing it, and clasping her round her smooth buttocks.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 840\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Her struggles were slight. \u201cNow let me put it on, I\u2019m cold.\u201d I rose and holding her close to me, looked at her beauties as well as I could in that position. Then she insisted so strongly, that I let her put on her night- gown. She pardoned me, I undressed, we both sat before the fire and again recommenced billing and cooing. She let me expose her thighs. \u201cLet me see your lovely bum.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cDo.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d But coaxed, she at last consented, and stood up modestly with her bum to the fire, whilst I looked at it, felt, and kissed it. \u2014 \u201cLook,\u201d said I, with a sudden impulse of lust, which made me desire to show myself; and stripping off my night- shirt, I stood naked with prick stiff in front of her. \u201cFeel me dear, do feel me,\u201d and I placed her hand on my thigh. \u2014 In a modest way she felt my flesh all down my thigh, and then up one side. Said she, \u201cWhat lovely flesh, \u2014 You\u2019re just like a woman.\u201d \u201cMany other women have said so.\u201d Into bed we got \u2014 and without more dalliance \u2014 my burning prick went in her hot, soft, cunt. We fucked, we spent, and lay coupled together long. \u201cFeel my flesh and talk now, love.\u201d She ran both hands over me. \u201cIt is just like a woman\u2019s \u2014 I thought \u2014 men were always hairy.\u201d I uncunted, turned on my back, and she felt my belly and breasts. \u201cIt\u2019s like a woman\u2019s, it\u2019s lovely,\u201d again she said. I wondered who and what she was, that she should lay lasciviously enfolded in my arms. \u201cAm I smoother than other men?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve only felt my husband and you \u2014 and gracious Heaven \u2014 what risk I am running.\u201d \u201cWhen were you fucked last?\u201d \u201cOh, months ago.\u201d She had seen a few men partly naked, working \u2014 and some fishermen and labourers, they were all hairy, she said.<\/p>\n<p>In an hour we talked ourselves into lewedness again, and she let me see her form and beauties, but did not then open her thighs. Again we fucked&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and slept, she awakened, went and listened at her boy\u2019s door, pissed in her room, and got into bed with me \u2014 I had a night lamp \u2014 and we passed a voluptuous but restless night, which left us weak when the morning came; and in one of our burning, lewed caresses, she said she had never had a child, that the boy was her step-child, and had never known his real mother. That is the utmost about herself I learnt at any time.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 841\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>For two days she would not let me have her in the day time, but an hour after the table d\u2019hote she was in her room, put her child, whom she had tired out by walking, to bed, then got into bed with me, and we fucked all night. I was in first-rate condition, and it was a sort of honeymoon to us both, but specially to her. My smooth flesh seemed to excite her wonderfully, and on the last night she kissed me all over. The last time I had her it took me half an hour to get an emission, stopping from time to time at the work, but never taking my prick out. She who had her pleasure quickly, with short sighs and clasping me very tightly to her, and had been fetched oftener by my unremitting ramming, groaned, \u201cOh, do leave off.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m coming in a minute love,\u201d \u2014 and I went on violently at the rate of two shoves a second, finishing the fuck almost with pain, and with a sore prick. At daylight we were a hollow eyed, fucked out couple.<\/p>\n<p>The child on the third night cried \u201cMamma, mamma.\u201d \u2014 She must have slept but lightly, for she was out of bed in a minute, awakening me as she got out; he soon went to sleep again, and she came back, shivering, to my bed. She was exceedingly kind to the boy.<\/p>\n<p>She was not a short woman, and had ample flesh, her calves were thin, the thighs swelled out rapidly to fine haunches, her cunt was full lipped. By the last night I had eradicated all modesty in her, she let me look and feel as I liked, and I verified that she had short, crisp hair, like horse hair, along the bum furrow, from her cunt to her back-bone. The hair of her cunt was thick, very curly, and lay close on her flesh. She was dark eyed, dark haired, had unusually large thick eye brows, and was a boldish looking, handsome woman.<\/p>\n<p>She had been twice daily to the poste restante, and every day made me promise to leave when she asked me. One morning \u201cNow you must leave&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">tonight if you can.\u201d I left that night and have never set eyes on her since. From a slight accent, I think she was Irish.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 842\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>After luncheon that day she refused me. Fatigued sexually as I was, yet the idea of losing her excited me \u2014 no she would not but she let me into her room. Then letting down my trousers (what strange incitements come into my mind), I held my shirt up all round me. \u201cWell feel my flesh for the last time,\u201d the invitation succeeded, her hand smoothed and felt up to my breasts in silence. As I hoped, it stirred her lust. \u201cLet me feel you, dear, for the last time.\u201d \u201cWell that\u2019s all.\u201d \u2014 I felt her cunt. \u2014 My prick stiffened, she felt it, and a few minutes after I was groaning in the delight of having her, rather than the need of ejaculating my sperm. \u201cI\u2019ll get you with child,\u201d said I, as vague baudy thoughts floated through my brain with my increasing pleasure. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019ve never been with child \u2014 oho-har,\u201d she sobbed out as her spending began. \u2014 She told me the same as she washed her cunt afterwards. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to say it, and I\u2019m running a great risk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I had been wondering daily who and what she was, I was surprised at my easy success. Did she want money, or was she only satisfying her lust \u2014 she had no servant \u2014 said she couldn\u2019t afford champagne \u2014 yet drank excellent Claret, had the best rooms \u2014 was well clothed \u2014 had very fine linen, and lots of baggage. Risking it I said delicately, \u201cIf you want money I can lend you some.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo thank you I have enough, and have only to write to get what I want.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>We kissed. \u201cI shall often think of you.\u201d She made no reply. \u201cI hope we shall meet again.\u201d \u201cGracious heaven, I hope not.\u201d She kissed me. \u201cYou\u2019re very hand-some,\u201d \u2014 she said, then shut the door, and I never have met her since. C C M was marked on her linen.<\/p>\n<p>After the first day we never took but the slightest notice of each other when we met in the town, nor did I dine near her, nor do much more than bow slightly when in the hotel. No one could have guessed our secret amusements unless it were the chambermaid, nor she unless she listened, which was not likely; but fearing that, I slipped into the adjoining bedroom unobserved. The room was empty, and a wardrobe placed against the door, so that hearing there was not easy, and we spoke always in a low tone.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 843\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>On my road to Paris I stopped at the (then little visited) town of N*v**s. At the hotel was a big French-man and his young wife. I thought he must be commercial. His wife was a young, buxom woman, and I fancied they had not been married long. My bed-room was next to theirs, and I noticed that spy holes had been bored in the door between our rooms, but carefully plugged up, which gave me a desire to have a peep at the lady. It is a delicious sight to see a pretty young woman at her toilet. So with scissors, I pushed open some holes and could see clearly through some of them, a bed, and pot cupboard by the side of it. This so excited me, that instead of going to see the cathedral, and other things I had come to see, I did nothing but watch this lady; and whenever I thought she was going to her bed-room, I went to mine. I have ever been indefatigable in watching for opportunities with women, nothing ever turned me off the scent, no amusements ever drew me aside, when a lewed intention, or hope, had laid hold of me.<\/p>\n<p>After breakfast up stairs she went, I also, and mounted a chair (the holes were high) to peep, but saw nothing worth seeing. She put on her bonnet and went out with her husband. I went out but returned before her. About half an hour before luncheon, she came back, and I had the pleasure of seeing her sit down and laughed. I watched, but her bed was all I could see from one peep hole, and I could not be constantly shifting, so some times I saw her, some times not, and him the same. After a time she appeared in chemise, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her stockings off, piddled, pulled off her chemise, showed her back-side quite naked for a second or two, put on her night dress and got into bed. He came into view in his shirt, and pulled down the bed-clothes, and she pulled up her nightgown to let him look at her cunt for a minute. She evidently quite understood his wants. Then he mounted her, but it was cold; he uncunted, they covered themselves up with the bed-clothes and fucked under them. I had only the pleasure of seeing the bed-clothes heaving. He had put the candle, which had been by her bedside, on to the wash- stand, and I could not so well see her face as I had in the day time. He then got off of her and went to his bed, taking the candle with him and extinguishing it. She had turned on her side, and seemed to sleep directly he had left her, with the soothing effects of her plea-sure and a cunt full.<\/p>\n<p>I watched all this with intense pleasure, standing on a chair, with my prick out stiff, and feeling it, and longing for a pleasure. I resisted&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">frigging myself, determining to get a woman next day. To my annoyance, I awakened in the night with a baudy dream, and spending copiously on my night shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 844\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I passed most of my time when waiting thus, in writing my doings at Naples and G**n*b*e with Mrs. M***l*d. Next morning I did not see them copulating, tho I got up at day break and watched till breakfast. Then I heard the lady say, \u201cI may as well go there at once; and you come to dinner.\u201d Then I watched her go out of the hotel, and fancying there would be no fun for me till night, I thought of going out myself, and in half an hour or so, went up to my room for my great coat. When there, I heard male and female voices talking quietly in the adjoining room. Oh, thought I, she has come back, so got at once to my peep hole.<\/p>\n<p>But the husband was there alone, and I was about to get down, when in came a chambermaid, who closed the door, bolted it quickly, and in a minute was on the bed side with her thighs wide open, and he was tailing her, just where he had done it to his wife the day before. I watched them fucking. The instant it was over, she shook down her petticoats and left the room, in another minute he was out of it, neither washed. I was staggered, and soon after I left my room and saw the chambermaid talking to some travellers at the end of the corridor. Oh, how I longed to have her.<\/p>\n<p>I went out, could not find a whore, came back, had luncheon, and went to my room thinking of the chambermaid, and wondering at her tricks, and her impudence, in doing it in a room with a married man, and where I supposed she must have known there were peep holes. The man and she seemed acquaintances. Then I wondered if she would let me. Impelled by my throbbing prick, which kept urging me to please it, I went up and down stairs to my room, trying for an opportunity, till I saw her in the corridor. She was a good looking, dark eyed woman, seemingly about twenty years old, and was dressed better than an ordinary chamber-maid. I rang for hot water, she brought it, I began a conversation. \u2014 It was very cold. \u2014 \u201cYes, will you have a fire, sir?\u201d I knew she would send a man to light it so declined. \u201cYou warm me.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know how,\u201d said she with such a sly lewed look, that I felt sure she was game. \u201cI\u2019ll show you,\u201d and I kissed her. She resisted after the manner of women, but so feebly, that I easily held her close, and repeated my kiss.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 845\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cNow leave off, they will wonder where I am.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m warmer already, ma chere, I\u2019ll give you a lovely cameo brooch if you make me warmer still, and no one but you and I will know it.\u201d \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d \u201cWhy this,\u201d \u2014 and I put my hand up her clothes. She scuffled. \u201cOh, no certainly not,\u201d but she would not have dislodged a child\u2019s fingers from her cunt, which I got well hold of. \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t make a noise, ma chere, or they will hear us in the next rooms.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m frightened,\u201d said she, \u201cI can\u2019t, I won\u2019t,\u201d \u2014 and I thought my chance was gone.<\/p>\n<p>Talking one evening with the friend who had recommended me the house in L***f***d St. (where I had been with Mrs. Y***s***e) on the subject of women, he said that he did not offer servants and that class of women money, that a bit of jewellery caught them much more readily than gold, and that it was very much cheaper. \u201cThey may refuse a sovereign or two, they may be offended, but jewellery they can\u2019t refuse.\u201d I had found boots, and bonnets, backed with gold, do very well, but certainly had failed in two or three instances signally, and had missed opportunities in other cases, where a mere offer of love could not be made, with chance of success.<\/p>\n<p>Struck with some pretty cameo brooches at Naples, I bought half a dozen for presents (they were not nearly so costly thirty years ago as now). \u201cI\u2019ve got such a pretty brooch which I\u2019ll give you. Do you like brooches? Look at this.\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d said she taking it. I caught hold of her again, pulled my prick out, and got my hands on to her cunt. \u201cNow don\u2019t, I don\u2019t like it,\u201d \u2014 was all she said, and she stood leaning her bum against the bed, looking at the brooch with her thighs closed, and my fingers fumbling about her cunt lips.<\/p>\n<p>Sure now of having her, I let her go, then rapidly bolted the door, and in a minute had her on the bed with her petticoats up. She meant fucking. I was on her, and my prick had touched her cunt when, my fingers feeling its moisture, the idea of her not having washed the Frenchman\u2019s sperm out of her seized me, and my prick began to dwindle. Tho the fucking took place hours before, tho my knowledge of copulation generally should have taught me that I should find none of his leavings, even if she had not washed, yet all occur-red just as described, and then followed in succession, an absurd variety of contradictory emotions, and actions, which must have astonished her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 846\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I rose on to my knees between her thighs hurriedly, and holding my prick looked at her. Shall I ask her if she has washed, r thought. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d said she hurriedly. Mentally then I saw the husband fucking her at the side of the bed, and my prick stiffened, again the idea of his sperm lying in her haunted me, I felt I could not fuck her, and thrust my fingers up her cunt to feel if his sperm was there \u2014 as if it was a more delicate thing to feel it with my fingers, than with my prick. \u201cOh, you hurt!\u201d she cried out loudly. Then down I fell on her forgetting the sperm, thinking only of the two as I had seen them fucking. My prick was like a horn, my lust got furious, and with fierce thrusts I spent in her. \u201cOh, you hurt \u2014 oho,\u201d she sobbed and she spent with me.<\/p>\n<p>This conflict of desire and disgust, a prick stiff one minute, the next dwindling to flaccidity, stiffening again as a different thought flashed through my brain, and furiously emptying its semen in a violent paroxysm of pleasure into the cunt which a minute before it had re-fused to enter, strikes me as one of the singular events of my amatory life.<\/p>\n<p>She interrupted my tranquillity by uncunting me. \u201cLet me get up.\u201d \u2014 I got off of her, my mind again recurring to her not having washed, but she washed now, turning her back to me, when a bell rang. \u201cIt\u2019s the call bell,\u201d said she, rising quickly from the basin, \u201clook and see if any one\u2019s in the corridor.\u201d I did. \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cPeep, and tell me when no one\u2019s there,\u201d in a whisper standing at my back. The bell rang again. \u201cThere is no one.\u201d Out she went, leaving the brooch on the pisspot stand.<\/p>\n<p>Temporarily satisfied, I soon wanted her again, kept peeping out of my door, and at an opportunity beckoned her. \u201cPresently,\u201d said she in a whisper, as she passed the door, \u201cthere are travellers about just now.\u201d In an hour the corridor was again quiet and she came in. \u201cI cannot stop long,\u201d said she, getting on to the bed without hesitation at my request. I got by the side of her, had a pleasant grope, kiss, a partial look, a few minutes baudy talk, and then I was up her again, and we had the nice second fuck of two people who wanted it. As our privates unjoined, the call bell rang again, \u201cSacra\u201d said she, \u201cwhat does she want now?\u201d \u2014 and off she went quickly with her cunt unwashed this time. She had not asked for the brooch which I had put by, tho I saw her for a moment looking round the room, as if seeking something. She promised to see me after the table d\u2019hote.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 847\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>It was quite dark when I went to my room \u2014 no travellers were in the rooms on my corridor excepting the couple in the adjoining room. \u2014 I lit my candle and kept my door ajar. Suzanne kept her word and came. \u201cHave you washed your cunt,\u201d said I, \u201csince we made love?\u201d \u201cOf course,\u201d \u201cWhere?\u201d \u201cIn my room.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s look at you.\u201d \u201cNo, I don\u2019t like that.\u201d But I would. We got on to the bed. \u201cWe must not make a noise,\u201d said I, \u201cfor there is a married couple next to us. Who are they, do you know?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d It was a manufacturer. He used to live in the town, and had not been long married to a lady whose relatives lived there. \u201cI heard them fucking last night,\u201d said I. \u201cThat\u2019s what they married for,\u201d she supposed, laughing as she said it. \u201cI dare say he has fucked you before he was married, as you know him.\u201d \u201cMon Dieu, non.\u201d How I longed to tell her what I had seen, but did not, and then we enjoyed each other. I gave her the brooch, which pleased her immensely. No, she could not sleep with me for fear of being found out \u2014 but her room was by itself, two flights up through a door, which she indicated. She would leave the door ajar. Following her at distance, she showed me the way by going straight to, and entering the room.<\/p>\n<p>The married couple came home. I saw him fuck his wife. At the hour appointed, all was silent. I slipped up to the maid\u2019s room and had pleasure with her, went back to my own room, passed a tranquil night, awaking just in time to see my neighbours fucking on the bed. After their breakfast they left the hotel.<\/p>\n<p>Then I slipped into their room, and found that apparently after the peep holes had been bored, their room had been painted and traces of the holes obliterated. Those freshly opened by me now alone showed.<\/p>\n<p>I passed the entire of two days there, keeping much to my room. Suzanne slipped in to me at my request, and I gave her pleasure several times daily. In the intervals writing the narrative of my liaison with Mrs. M***l***d at G**n*b*e. Then having fucked myself out of my rutting fit, with a kiss I left her, and left the town for Paris, stopping at several towns on the way, and using spy-holes whenever there were any, but saw nothing worthy of recording.<\/p>\n<p>In a week or two I was at Paris, and went to a bal masque at the opera house, Rue Lepelletier. A tall woman, masked, dressed as a man entirely in white, but not as a Pierrot, tho with a Pierrot\u2019s hat on, and with&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">breeches which terminated at her knees, was dancing a furious cancan with others. Her legs were flung about high and low, her gestures were lewed and suggested fucking. I, with a group, stood much amused at the dancing. At a pause of the dance she accosted me. \u2014 \u201cJe vous connais, Monsieur.\u201d \u201cMais non ma belle.\u201d \u201cMais oui, souvent je vous ai vu a Londres.\u201d \u201cQui etes vous done.\u201d \u201cDonnez moi un petit souper et vous verrez.\u201d \u2014 She spoke in a high pitched tone to prevent recognition. Dancing recommenced; I thought nothing more of it so moved off among the crowd. A dozen women in masks had said they knew me. I was soon after-wards talking to a beautiful creature with exquisite legs, and dressed as a ballet dancer, and was thinking of seeing her legs with her silks, when the man-woman in white appeared. \u2014 \u201cAh, you run away from me then!\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cI know you.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cBet.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWill you give me a supper with my friend here if you do?\u201d \u201cPerhaps.\u201d She lifted her mask, and I saw Gabrielle. The ballet dancer moved off, muttering. Gabrielle, her friend, and I were soon supping at a cafe, and an hour after were in Gabrielle\u2019s room. \u201cNot your friend,\u201d said I. \u201cMais oui. You will find Violette charming. Si cochonne, elle fera tout ce que vous voudrez. Do you remember that night with two at * * * Street? We will so you amuse to-night.\u201d And the two women and I went together to Gabrielle\u2019s bed room.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 848\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Indecent familiarities began, obscene if you like; the more libidinous, the better they seemed to please me. I felt Violette\u2019s blonde cunt as she straddled across me. Whilst sitting, Gabrielle knelt and had commenced her favourite minette with my prick. It was her fancy not mine, but lasciviousness is contagious, and I yielded. Violette was partially undressed, Gabrielle still in man\u2019s attire. She explained to me the way the trousers were put on, and how opened when she wanted to piddle. \u201cNo, don\u2019t take them off, Gabrielle. I\u2019ll fuck you with them on at the bedside.\u201d \u201cAh, si,\u201d and laughing, \u201cthen you can fancy you are buggering a man.\u201d \u2014 We stripped the other lady who was a blonde, laid her across the bed, put pillows under her arse to elevate it, and Gabrielle stooping, licked her cunt, whilst I putting my prick into Gabrielle\u2019s cunt from behind; we all took pleasure together. We two fucking, soon spent, the other lady was longer. Gabrielle, who seemed as if she could not take her mouth away from the cunt, persisted till she had finished Violette twice.&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Most of the time I looked on from behind; my prick, still more or less stiff, up Gabrielle\u2019s cunt.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 849\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Alas, \u2014 these delicious, enervating, sexual amusements will end. The stiffest prick will leave the loveliest cunt. The randiest cunt feels full and satisfied. The strongest and most agile tongue fatigues with minette. \u2014 The gamahuchee even needs a little repose. So our groupings terminated, our bodies separated, and with moistened genitals, we sat talking and looking at each other. All were still lewed, lascivious, libidinous, tho every letch we could think of had been gratified. The women had sucked each other. Both had resuscitated my prick with their mouths when other means failed, tho I did not ejaculate under that suction. \u2014 I fucked both of them more than once, and at day break was fast asleep lying close to Gabrielle, whilst her friend lay snoring on a sofa. At midday we got up and breakfasted. \u2014 I fucked them both and left.<\/p>\n<p>After a week\u2019s amusement mainly with Gabrielle and Violette, but with one at a time only, I returned to Lon-don. There were signs of spring.<\/p>\n<p>The little episode at N*v**s set me trying at every hotel I went to afterwards to see if there were any spy holes, and I often found them. I had seen them at hotels before, and had looked through them, but had no very satisfactory sights when I did. I really cannot under-stand why I had not been more on the look out for them. I think they were more numerous in France then than in other countries, and that the plan and arrangement of the rooms then favoured them. \u2014 At all events I have since looked most cunningly after them. Just about this time also I had begun to shave in a new and careful fashion, and had bought a gimlet to enable me to fix a hand glass to the windows for that purpose, and now began to use it at times for making holes, or opening those which had been made and stopped up.<\/p>\n<p>When I found that in my room there was no opportunity of peeping, I changed it as soon I could. When arriving at an hotel, I waited to see which room was selected by young women, or by a young married couple if there were any, and if possible got the room next to theirs. If there was no door communicating with it, I found some objection and refused it. Thus I got many opportunities, and had some very pleasant, and at times, chastely voluptuous sights.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 850\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>With Gabrielle and Violette, my libidinous tricks were much the same as I had with Gabrielle at London. The orgy at Paris was but a reproduction. I have had Gabrielle with another woman together since, and see that she loves licking another\u2019s cunt, as well as prick sucking.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 2 False names. \u2022 Mrs. M***l**d. \u2022 Baudy tales. \u2022 Naked by a trick. \u2022 My smooth flesh. \u2022 The child\u2019s mother. \u2022 The hairy bum furrow. \u2022 I leave G**n*b*e. \u2022 Who was she. \u2022 At the town of N*v*s. \u2022 Spy holes. \u2022 Marital frolics under the bed clothes. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1551\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Two<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1551","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1551"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1551"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1551\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2480,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1551\/revisions\/2480"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1551"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}